It was so quiet this afternoon that, at about 4 o'clock, I decided to start packing up. There is a big outside display, which fills most of the shop, so once you've brought everything in you fairly well have to close up. I did it slowly, occasionally stopping to serve a customer.
After a while, the Sage turned up to lend a hand. I went to phone in tomorrow's orders and counted out the change for the tills for tomorrow. I kept a little pile of change in case I had a final customer. I suppose it was inevitable that, between 4.30 and 5, I had about a dozen final customers.
One of them usually arrives at 5.15 and stays for a chat, which is very nice and friendly, but does rather hold me up as I'm trying to bring everything in and count the takings at that time, and have to wait politely. But he came a bit early, and there were other people there too so he didn't stay long. Another 5 o'clock customer, who comes along after finishing work, turned up too, and they are the two latish regulars whom I'd not want to disappoint, so after that I shut up shop half an hour early with a clear conscience.
It was a churchwardens' meeting tonight, and I remembered to take along grapes and satsumas as well as jelly babies, wine gums, chocolate Minstrels* and Maltesers to keep the meeting cheerful. I really wanted a jelly baby, but I didn't have one.
*Minstrels are not at all like M&Ms. For a start, they are much bigger, so more chocolately, and they are not multi-coloured.
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The strength of character and resolve that you desplayed when you resisted the jelly baby is admirable. I for one can't resist babies of any kind.
That's too bad. Next time, remember to keep one of each at home, so you can look like a saint at the meeting, but still be happy at the end!
(It's all about perceptions!)
Chocolate Minstrels (TM)? Are there any other kind?
I find it's very interesting to want something and not have one. I hope you enjoyed the feeling.
i don't know what a minstrel is, the chocolate kind. or a jelly baby.
i clearly need to get out more.
Tautology, you're saying, Dandelion? For all I know, there may be peanut ones in some countries. Evidently, in Jen's neck of the woods, they don't exist at all. I'll put up a link. And for jelly babies, who'd have thought they didn't exist in America.
I did consider eating one in the privacy of the kitchen after the meeting, but decided that if I was going to take one I'd do it openly or not at all.
Ah, but don't they call jam, jelly in the USA? So a jelly baby would be something very odd indeed.
The concept is slightly odd anyway, Dave, isn't it? Biting the heads off baby-shaped sweets?
That is very courageous of you, but one little jelly baby isn't going to hurt. Think of it as your daily cheese!
No, it wouldn't hurt, but all the same I didn't need it.
Weekly cheese, dear Boy, not daily.
Mmmmm, i wouldn't have been able to resist...i'll have to work on that. Good for you though!
The thing is, I put on weight over quite a few years by eating just a little more than I should do - 3 or 4 pounds a year doesn't sound much but it adds up and it's going to come off. Not if Boy keeps tempting me with cheese, though...
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